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Marjorie Baruch sits silently in her bedroom in Valwyck, her chubby hands clenched tightly around the missive that read the news of her father's passing. With her eyes red and teary, she stared out the widow, watching over the lands of her husband, wishing she had been at home, in Druzstrat, so that perhaps maybe she could have somehow saved him from his fate, saved her beloved Papej from death for her own selfish want. She wished she had remained as close to him as she was as a child, dwelling on the fact that she wasn't.

Juliya cheers on her second favorite son!

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Marjorie vas Ruthern blinks, her shivering disrupted as Eleanora vibrantly hops over to her. "Make sure they are all blue, da? I know how much vy like the color."

Marjorie vas Ruthern shivers!

Duke’s Back It Again. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Painting of an engagement circa. 1724 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- With so many Ruthern weddings as of late, it was only a matter of time until the youngest daughter, Lady Marjorie Helaine was thrown into the mix of engagements and courting. Although recently divorced, the Duke of Valwyk is wasting no time in finding another suitable marriage to continue his family's legacy with! What a match! It looks like the Duke’s caught the hand of the Darling of the Lifstala! As a celebration for such a match, His Grace, Ruslan Baruch, and her Ladyship, Marjorie vas Ruthern invite friends and family to join them in a grand ball, held in the vast lands of Valwyk. There will be many drinks, and fine food to dine on, as well as wondrous tunes of hope and glory from the spectacular violin quartet! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Special invitations have been extended out to: His Royal Majesty, Heinrik Karl Barbanov II, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his noble pedigree His Grace, Friedrich Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble pedigree The Most Honorable, Maric Var Ruthern II, Margrave of Greyspine and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Kazimar Ludovar, Count of Otistadt and his noble pedigree The Honorable, Jan Kortrevich, Viscount of Krusev and his noble pedigree The Honorable, Britannus Vanir, Viscount of Varna and his noble pedigree The Honorable, Aldrik Amador, Regent of Aurveldt and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Stefan Vyronov II, Baron of Astfield and his noble pedigree Signed, His Grace, Ruslan Eirik Baruch, Duke of Valwyck, Count of Ayr, Baron of Laval, Riveryn, and Voron, and Guardian of the Haeseni Coast Her Ladyship, Marjorie vas Ruthern of Greyspine ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: Monday, May 24th, 4 pm EST

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Juliya Ipera becomes ridden with grief as she hears of Jackson's passing. She never forgot that day, when he nearly gave his life to protect her sister-in-law. She never forgot how kind he had been, how dedicated he was to his work. "Rest easy, Jackson."

"Look!" Marjorie vas Ruthern exclaims happily as she glances over the Hearsay. She points the section of herself, looking to be absolutely beaming. "I am the darling of the lifstala!" she giggles excitedly, as it is the first nice thing written about her.

Marjorie vas Ruthern reads over the letter with widened eyes, slapping her forehead as the embarrassment sets on her face, “I do niet think I should attend the next events,” she mutters sadly, crumpling up the paper, then going to seek out her sister.

Marjorie vas Ruthern gazes over the flier as she sits in bed that night, excitedly reading up on the thoughts that circulated the latest event. As she reached her name though, a sense of dread filled her, and reading the section on how atrocious she looked, broke any sense of spirits she had left. In a fit of rage, she tears the letter up piece by piece, scattering it around her room. She then pulls that beautiful dress she had been so eager to wear, out from the closet, balls it up, and chucks it out of her high window, most likely damaging it in every way. She does not sleep the rest of that night, clutching onto the numerous plushies she had been gifted from a certain someone.

Marjorie vas Ruthern practiced her smile for days before the event! Time gone to waste, I'd say!

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Marjorie vas Ruthern frowns.

Juliya Ipera lets out a sigh of relief as she is not mentioned for once. Marjorie vas Ruthern reads over the pages multiple times, teary-eyed as he business had been spewed all over Karosgrad. Looking embarrassed to any passer-byers, she headed home, locking herself away in her bedroom in shame.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Finally at Rest. Adryana at the age of twenty-five. -------------------------------------------------------------- The days passed slowly in the later years of Adryana’s life, dragging on day by day, second by second. With her children grown, and doing their own things in the vast world, Adryana felt nothing but alone. Never before had she felt such a way, even in the decades she spent cooped up in her home in Oren. She had her children there, pets, her husband. Now, she governesses occasionally for a family within the nation she was so disconnected from. She did not have the chance to find that excitement her parents always tried to rope her into. The magic, druidism, the works. She was old and greying, awaiting the day where she could be free of the world and ascend into the Seven Skies. She wished to be with her love again, the one who kept her going all these years. She wanted it all to be over. Though, when visiting her children a few times a year, she kept that joyful smile on her lips, bringing baked goods and cooing to her little grandchildren. She did it for them, she kept up a façade for them. -------------------------------------------------------------- Adryana at the age of seventeen. -------------------------------------------------------------- Despite the ups and downs of her ohana, she loved them all dearly. She loved her Makuahine, her Papej, her brothers, and even the siblings she hadn’t had a chance to meet. She had never stopped, even in the hard times, even when she felt so unbelievably angry towards her Makuahine, that love she had for them all never ceased. Her children were her pride and joy, every single one of them, even though she had too too many. Caspian, her eldest, made her so proud, and she loved watching his fascination with boats and sailing grow as he aged. Cassandra was just beautiful in every way, all that Adryana wished her to be. She was independent, strong-willed, and had a gorgeous soul. Caius was always a handful- but Adryana never seemed to mind. She loved his spirit, his confidence. Not to mention- she loved that he was gifted with her unmanageable hair. Casper made her proud each and every time he’d come to her with the news of a promotion. She loved his dedication, and the hard work he put into his career each and every day. Cajsa, or as she is known now, Kala, amazed Adryana in every way. Her gift for writing brought tears to her eyes every time she read one of her works. Even though her Baba was so hard on her for her decisions, Adryana embraced it, glad to see that her little Pepper had grown so much. Carwyn made her laugh with all his teenage moodiness, and snippy attitude. She found his annoyance so entertaining, seeing as he seemed to be embarrassed over every little thing he did with the family. She saw her husband’s stubbornness through him, and always seemed to be amazed at how two people could be so similar. Cala, her youngest, the one who kept her motivated to keep moving after Basil’s death. Oh how she loved her. The circumstances of her birth were less than customary, as she was born on the boat taking them away from their old home of Arcas. Adryana loved her playfulness, and saw so much of herself in the now woman. Then, there was her love, her soulmate, her husband. Despite his busy schedule, and absence, she remained devoted to him, completely and utterly. She reflected on their youth together frequently after he passed, laughing and crying at the special memories they had shared. How a two-person Broken-Hearts-Club could lead to a bonded Mended-Hearts-Club. She was so proud of his accomplishments, cheering with him as he made his way up in the harsh political field. He never failed to impress her. She could never wrap her head around how he managed to do so much work in so little time. She smiles at the memories of her idly painting at one end of the table, as he swiftly wrote essays on the other end, and how he’d reserve days just to spend with her amidst his never ending stack of paperwork. She cries at the moments where she wished she could have changed what she said, or how she wishes those pesky little arguments wouldn’t have happened. She nearly basks in the regret of ever having those bad times, wishing she had only spent good ones with him. She was so ready to move on to the next life, purely for the fact that she knew he was on the other side, waiting for her, with no paperwork, no work to do. She wanted an eternity to just be with him. -------------------------------------------------------------- Adryana at the age of eight. -------------------------------------------------------------- It was a cold, breezy night in Greyspine, the wind pushing against the walls of the keep, creating loud swooshing noises through the gated window of her bedroom. Despite this, Adryana slept soundly, cuddled up with one of the deflating pillows on her bed. Nearing the age of seventy-three, Adryana was still going. She was not immobile, not useless. She still spent her days baking, moving about the keep rapidly, doing all she could to keep herself busy. She was quite healthy even, eating the nutritious things, rather than what she baked, as she always had. Despite this, despite her well-off physical condition at her age, Godan’s plan would not have her live another day past the cold and breezy night she’d come across. Death took her soul peacefully in the night, guiding her to the gates of the Seven Skies, as most Cannonists would believe. There seemed to be no resistance to her inevitable passing, her body laid peacefully on the bed she had slept on for nearly a decade now. She was finally at peace. -------------------------------------------------------------- The Baelius Household circa. 1796 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- RIP Adryana Vairea Baelius 1755-1817 ----------------------------------------------- Family art is by hudsun202 Persona Art by MimosaMoi Other art is from Google, thanks Google

Juliya Ipera lets out a breath of air as she stands over her fish pond, calming herself by watching the creatures swim back and forth idly. No matter how distant the two were, Fiske's death hit the woman hard, the suddenness of it all smacking into her like a wave on the shore. She had always imagined being free, Away from the confines of the relationship that was barely there any longer. She cried. She cried for a lost friend, for a forgotten love. If only she could have done something to keep him from straying, maybe she could have done something to make him want to be there.. .with her. It was too late now, the deed was done. He was gone, without even a simple goodbye. All she wanted was to hunt those pesky gnomes with him... that's all she ever wanted to do.

Juliya Ipera reads over the edition with a scoff, shaking her head. “Must they mention how lone my life is in every edition?”

It All Ends Sometime. -------------------------------------------------------------------- "What did I say about spending my minas, Dus?" Radovan bellows out as he holds his wife against the wall, his tight grip bruising her skin. “Godan, Radovan, it was just a lute!” The woman replies, using her weak strength to push against the man, “You are overreacting.” Radovan’s grip gets only impossibly tighter, his face pure red with clear fury. Dusica whimpers in pain, clawing at his chest with her nails. “Must I keep teaching you the same things over-” he pulls her forward before shoving her back into the wall, “And over,” SLAM! “And over again??!” He throws her back against the wall once more, weakening the already bruised woman more and more. Dusica’s attempts to fight back seemed to be for nothing. She had already been low on strength, her husband had been sure of that, but now it felt as if she couldn’t even move, she was confined to the position she was in, trapped. She slumped against the wall that she had been held against, tears of pain rushing out of her eyes, despite her attempts to stop it. “You are such a [female dog], Dusica. You are lucky to have me. Any other man would ne put up with your [crap]. Stop taking advantage of my kindness.” Radovan sneers, pressing his forehead up to hers. It was no secret that Dusica ran her mouth, it was the only source of power she kept. She could be rendered immobile, but still spew harsh words towards her attacker. Perhaps this time though- she should have remained silent. “What a sad life you live, Radovan, beating on me just so you can find some satisfaction. What a man you are, you barely can be considered one at all! Maybe if you weren’t so intolerable-” The defenseless woman spits, out, venom laced in her tone. She had always had a strong voice, a strong mind, but that wouldn’t help her here. Before she could finish her sentence, a hand is lifted from her shoulder, and all she feels next is a fist thrusting into her jaw. Dusica lets out a howl of pain, her sobbing growing as she reaches a hand up to cradle her damaged face. “That’s enough,” Radovan speaks in a warning tone, his voice low and angry. “Maybe if you weren’t so intolerable-” Dusica tries to speak again, cut off by the clogging of her throat as Radovan wraps his hands around her neck. She begins to gasp for air, clawing her nails at his tightening grip. “SHUT UP!” Radovan shouts at her, kicking her calf with as much force as he could muster. “If you believe I am so intolerable … HERE’S YOUR ESCAPE!” Radovan screams in her face, his grip only strengthening as he speaks, ignoring her attempts to suck in a breath. In her last attempt for defense, Dusica lifts her unhurt leg, resting her foot up against the wall below her, within arms reach. She fumbles around, trying to pull at the sock she wore. The woman could feel the dizziness ensue, distortion becoming reality as she was choked by her own husband. Her grip was weak, but she managed to produce the small dagger she stored against her leg, clutching it with a shaky hand. Everything began to dim as she slowly lost consciousness, her chances to survive slim. Without a second of hesitation, she thrusted the dagger forward, slamming it right below his ribcage. Radovan’s grip disappeared, his eyes widened in surprise for the quick turn in events. His gaze trailed from Dusica down to his stomach, where the dagger embedded in him deeply, too deep. Stumbling a bit, the man failed to keep his balance, falling onto his backside on the splintering wood of their cheap home. Dusica too, fell to the floor, gasping for air, heaving uncontrollably. Her back pressed against the wall, her whole body shaking. She glances to her hands, to her chest, to her legs, trying to regain feeling in all of them. The woman’s gaze then traveled to her husband, who laid unmoving on the floor. Her heart quickened in pace as she went into a small state of shock. She had done it, she had stabbed him, she had killed him. Radovan laid there, bleeding out heavily. There seemed to be no way to cheat this death, he was to die on this floor, he was to die by his wife’s hand. It was only a few mere moments to reflect on his choices, before he submitted to the fate he knew was coming. Death. -------------------------------------------------------------------- RIP Radovan Won't be missed. JKJK ANYWAYS MEAN HUSBAND GO BYE BYE jkjk MCVDK is great

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